We’ve all been there at one point in our lives. You’re in the left lane of a four-lane highway, no meridian, not an exit for eons and suddenly you drive right into a traffic jam – gridlocked.

Panic sets in. You are not going to arrive at your destination on time or in the condition you had planned. The entire thing is going to have a domino effect on your day. Your Smartphone’s blinking low battery. Your dashboard’s blinking low fuel.

Suddenly your body tenses into a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. You gasp, shriek and maybe even let out a colorful opinion and plea.

Then you succumb.

There – is – nothing – you – can – do – about – it !


Now, let’s take this one step further. Everyone that’s ever been gridlocked on their Highway of Life raise your right hand. Don’t be shy. There’s strength in the numbers. And I’ll bet if I had an aerial view of ‘thinkers’ right now, with all those hands in the air it would look like a rain forest had been resurrected.

So you’ve been there . . .


Now, if you can imagine a carefree, methodical perfectionist, that would be me. A paradox indeed. But that would also be me. Point being, I work hard to hit my mark – not miss.

But there I was yesterday, stuck on the highway of progress – personal, professional – whatever I attempted to accomplish, I encountered a roadblock, a dead end, a wrong turn, a detour.

Frustration set in like the fog – slow and steady. And we all know when you’re stuck in the fog you can’t see where you’re going or where you’ve been.

But, I live in the belief that everything happens for a reason. I can’t always see the reason when I’m surrounded by fog but I still know there’s a reason.

In hindsight, maybe that’s what this fogged-up day was for. Maybe Someone was trying to tell me there was a traffic jam in my head, my thoughts, my creativity – my life. Maybe I have too much going on in the attic and I needed to get stuck in my expectations (traffic) and be forced to sit there, clear the fog and find my way.

Whatever the reason there was only one choice – succumb! And succumb I did. I sat there metaphorically speaking on the highway of frustration and I did what calms me in moments like this. I put pen to paper. It clears the confusion. I just w-r-i-t-e.

As I let the pen flow, the fog began to break, my mood began to lift and a song serenaded my mental radio. I smiled, tuned in – and took it in . . .

Bad Day – Daniel Powter


Like an emotional bubble bath, I slipped into the comfort of the song, emerged fresh then cuddled up in the comfort of clarity. As I lay there preparing to thank God for this moment of solace, my internal radio took over once again.

I couldn’t have said it better . . .

I Made It Through Today – Keith Urban

Enjoy driving down the Highway of Your Life. Accept that you will encounter traffic jams. Know, they are for a reason.

Find Your Way Out Of The Fog . . .